Several times he thought it was a dream.

The western-style building where he lived was in a forest. The adoptive mother was a well-known aristocrat in the land, and it was heavily guarded.

The outside world is advancing rapidly day and night, and their ancient western-style building still maintains the ancient order of this world.

He had asked the servants in the bungalow several times if they had ever seen a little girl in a red dress here.

Here's how he described his elven godmother.

"A girl with curly hair, a red dress, like a doll."

The servants here were accustomed to his questioning. Years of hard work have aged their minds, and a numb and almost indifferent look appeared on their ordinary faces.

They shook their heads, and left with the dishes that needed to be washed in their arms, and the color of their dresses was dull, stuffy like a cloudy day in London.

Like the rain that falls on the glass windows of London, it not only obscures the view, but also covers people's hearts like a damp and cold shadow.

So, she really seems to be the elven godmother mentioned in the book.

Mrs. Feetz forced him to read several esoteric and lengthy articles in English every day.

But he stayed alone in his study, leaning against the cold wall, listening to the sound of the rain, and preferring to look through the fairy tales with beautiful words and artistic conceptions.

He held the book in both hands and whispered the description of the elven godmother again.

On a rainy day in London, even his voice in English was thick and damp. It has been raining for a long time, and the western-style building is also filled with the haunting smell of dampness.

"She came from the fog, and the Godmother of the Elves only appears in the evening on rainy days, and if you are lucky enough to see her in the evening, you have been protected by her for the rest of your life."

He never saw his fairy godmother again, but he would still open the book from time to time and review the fairy tale of the fairy godmother.

It rained in London for several years in a row, until the end of the life of Madame Fitz, whom he had raised.

It was his last winter in London.

Mrs. Feitz, who had been pedantic and stereotyped all her life, lay on the bed like a piece of dead gorgeous silk on a huge skirt.

The woman, who was to be the most decent and graceful even before she died, was lying on her great and beautiful bed, the bedroom that was to be kept clean every day, like a shade of the sun, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the whole room took on an oppressive gloom.

Mrs. Feitz's bedroom was always in and out of the room, the last one had just gone, and the new one had appeared, and the dull color of their splendid clothes hung like a great shadow over the various corners of the house.

And he stood in the corner, wearing a suit handmade by Savile Row's top tailor, the dark green bow tie at the neckline was beaten upright, and the delicate and cute male baby face revealed a cold indifference that did not match his age.

From time to time, someone next to him would come over and pat him on the shoulder and stroke his head, and then a more sensual woman would squat down, give him a warm hug, and comfort him with gentle words.

Someone patted him on the shoulder and stood beside him.

"You need not be sad, you will be the sole legal heir to her title and property when Madame Fetz is gone......"

But he was still expressionless.

It was as if these glamorous people had come to a glamorous dinner, come and go.

Xiao Bian Jichen walked alone to Mrs. Feitz's bedside, and after the maid in the room had done the last thing, she withdrew and gently closed the door.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The woman who had been intimidating others with her majesty and power was lying in bed at this time, the clock of death counting down against the clock above her head, and in the last minutes of her life, she exuded a damp smell of dampness, like rotting and smelling wood in the yard on a rainy day.

She was stiff, her hands were covered with ornate gemstone rings, but now she couldn't even move her fingers, and only her eyes could move her whole body.

She seemed to still have nostalgia for the world, or was afraid of the messenger of hell who had come to take her life, and her gray blue eyes turned around and looked at him deadly, her eyes were red and she refused to close them.

This woman, who was always harsh and harsh on him, showed her most vulnerable and incompetent side for the first time in the last minute of her life.

This woman didn't leave him many happy memories, and even at the end of her life, she still left him with a rotten breath of death.

Her hideous old countenance, which was about to tear apart, would recur in his dreams in various forms every time in the rest of his life, like some ancient and solemn ritual, and he would wake up again and again in the cold moonlight.

In those long ten seconds, he seemed to be relieved.

He relieved her of bringing him with her and raising him like a tool, he relieved her indifference to a child of a few years old for no reason, and relieved her that she locked him in a bungalow and did not give him a little sunshine.

Xiao Bian Ji Chen's eyes were as quiet as a frozen lake on a winter night, and he gently held her hand, which was as old as a dry branch.

Her eyes were staring at each other, and she struggled to stretch her wrinkled neck and stare at the ceiling.

She would never have thought that the last bit of warmth she felt in the world did not come from her relatives, but from Xiao Bian Jichen, who had no blood relationship with her.

She stared at the ceiling, and he patted her hand gently, as if he were comforting her, as if he was talking to her as usual.

A tear slipped from the corner of her wrinkled eye, and the last bit of light in her eye vanished.

No one knows if she regretted what she had done to him before, and no one knew if her hard and cold heart was softened by the forgiveness and reconciliation he chose at that moment.

He finally helped her close her eyes.

For the first time, a woman's sleep was so peaceful and peaceful, and she fell asleep in this London winter.

It was also on that day that his own mother, who had long since abandoned him and flown back to her homeland, pushed open the door and entered the bungalow just as Mrs. Feitz's body began to grow cold.

She abandoned him for five years.

He was the result of her sin in England with a man in order to satisfy her selfish desires, and he was born a false being.

No one knows, no one sings, no one loves.

Even she was terrified of his presence.

That's why on his fifth birthday, he abandoned him in London, and he continued to choose to be a girl without mother's responsibilities, flew back to his motherland, and continued to realize his dream of being a strong woman.

It's just ridiculous that going around and around, she, the so-called strong woman, can only sacrifice and bury her happiness in the end, and become a poor pawn of the family for the sake of interests.

She had a decent business marriage with the man, his biological father, whom he had never met.

So, this proud woman finally remembered that she was far away overseas and had such a son.

So she returned.

She didn't feel anything wrong with her abandonment and betrayal, she talked to him like an ordinary mother and son as if nothing had happened, trying to make up for the scars of the past five years.

He was neither surprised nor hated by her coming, who had grown lonely to the age of ten and had become a little gentleman.

He felt calm and went numb.

In his short ten-year-old life, he was repeatedly abandoned, abandoned, and then abandoned.

He was just used to being abandoned from one place and then to the next.

Before he was born, he was abandoned by his biological father.

On his fifth birthday, his biological mother boarded a plane back home and abandoned him 8,800 kilometers away in England.

In the winter of ten, the foreign woman who had never given him a little tenderness laid to rest forever abandoned him without any memory.

"You don't have to blame me."

His mother, a strong woman in business, was used to negotiating with people, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with her indifferent tone to speak so indifferently to a child who was only 10 years old and abandoned by her for half a decade.

"Madame Fetz was a trustworthy man, and an elegant nobleman of high society. You have been with her for five years, and you have received her knighthood and a large fortune. In a way, you have to thank me too. ”

Perhaps this society is so cold that she calls the value of this foreign woman's death "status", "property", and "fame and fortune" to a young boy who witnessed the death of Mrs. Feitz.

Xiaobian Jichen didn't speak.

He had never asked her if Mrs. Feez had not died and he had not been without a guardian, would she have come back to him, an abandoned and unwanted child?

If he wasn't needed to make him the blood bond that sustained this marriage, would she still come to him?

He never asked.

In the days that followed, he would review and analyze it again and again every time, why he never asked.

Later, he gradually knew, perhaps he had already guessed the truth of the facts, so he didn't dare to ask, and there was no need to ask again.

In fact, he never resented her.

Perhaps he is the only one who will make the mistake from now on.

He left a young girl in her early twenties alone in a foreign land, bearing the fear of the unknown and the pain of childbirth alone, and let her take on the responsibilities of a mother when she was not ready in her youth, ruining her youth and burying her happiness.

He is the fruit of sin sown by desire, and her unhappiness comes from him.

He understood, so he never hated her.

He will always be the only one he hates.

He dissected himself over and over again, feeling that he was the beginning of this sin.

She took him by the hand and attended Mrs. Feitz's funeral with him.

It was no longer a damp drizzle of rain in London that day, but snow.

His world has quietly fallen with fine and dense salt.

The snow is so white, so white that it can wash everything, and all the past seems to be purified and relieved in this pure white world.

After dealing with the aftermath, my mother called the moving company, and the two-hundred-year-old exquisite bungalow was emptied step by step.

The study has long since been emptied.

But at that time, he was still reluctant to leave the study even though his mother was holding his hand hard.

The study where he had been locked up for five years.

This study obviously held his painful and lonely memories, but for some reason, the day he really wanted to leave, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

He looked at the window.

Just then, there was a roaring thunder in the sky.

The roar of that moment hit the soul, the cells in the body seemed to be called, the memory was awakened, people seemed to be in the scene at that time, the skin felt the humidity of that day as if it could breathe, and the sound of wind and rain seemed to be heard in the ears.

He suddenly remembered his elven godmother.

For the past three years, he would always stand in front of the window, his cold heart quietly waiting for the appearance of the elven godmother.

But she never showed up again.

He had asked many people who had never seen a little girl in a red dress in the forest in the evening in a thick fog.

Half of his remaining years in London were healed by himself, and the other half by his elven godmother.

From then on, the window where you could watch the continuous rain, the moon, the snow, the flowers, the forest, and the dense fog became the comfort and expectation of his remaining lonely days.

Therefore, when he really wanted to leave the bungalow that had locked him for half his life, he still looked at the window expectantly as usual, looking forward to whether it was possible for the elven godmother to come and say goodbye to him.

However, that day, he did not wait for the elven godmother, and his mother took him away with indifference.

He got into the car to Heathrow Airport.

That day, he sat in the car and looked at the old western-style building outside the car that had turned gray because it was separated by window glass.

To some extent, the bungalow was also abandoned by him.

He only thought it was a gorgeous house, but never asked if it would be sad.

Too many stories have happened, and the years have left scars on his ten-year-old immature body, so that his heart has become cold and old.

He and his mother sat in their seats at the airport.

This is a plane back home.

Abandoned for five years, his mother tongue has long been forgotten.

Just can pronounce their own name and write their own Chinese name. There are also simple Chinese sentences, which he can understand some.

Even when his mother talks to him now, she has to speak English to communicate.

He was surrounded by Chinese, all speaking his native language that felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

Xiaobian Jichen didn't react.

He looked down and quietly at the clean floor of the airport.

Suddenly, a clear and delicate little girl's voice suddenly caught his attention.

Xiaobian Ji Chen was stunned, suddenly noticed something, and raised his head suddenly.

It was the middle of winter in the Northern Hemisphere, and the snow was still falling cold and white outside the airport.

When he lifted his dark eyes, he saw a girl in a red dress and small leather shoes with a round toe standing next to the seat opposite.

Although he saw her side face, she was no different from the elven godmother of three years ago, with long and thick eyelashes, like a forest. The tip of the nose is pointy, pink cherry lips, and beautiful curly hair.

It's like a doll in a shop window.

She wore a red dress, like that rainy day in London. Because of the snow, the weather was a little cold, and in this world full of gray tones, she wore a snow-white scarf around her neck, which looked soft, like fox fur.

Her palm-sized little face was sunk into this circle of white fluff, which made her more and more delicate.

He sat across from her, nervous, pretending to be an adult, wanting to be mature and serious, he clenched his hands, his little face tried to calm down, and secretly looked at her for a long time.

He wondered what kind of opening remarks he was going to greet her.

His long-apathetic heart began to beat wildly.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweaty.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his clumsy nervousness and shyness with a cold face.

Wouldn't the suit he wore today look bad?

His bow tie today is too, I don't know if she likes it or not.

What kind of boy does she like?

Will she not like boys who are too withdrawn and don't like to laugh?

The little ten-year-old Bian Jichen sat in the airport with all kinds of moods, his heart was alive, he was nervous and worried, and he felt shy and happy.

He kept secretly looking at her, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

At that moment, a faint smile slowly appeared on his face, like a glacier that had been frozen for many years and softened when it met the morning light in spring, and began to melt quietly.

He suddenly summoned up tremendous courage.

He suddenly got out of his seat, then clenched his hands and plucked up courage to approach her step by step.

It took all his courage to get in front of her, and when he stopped in front of her, his cold and serious handsome and lovely face was slightly red, and his heart was swollen like a balloon because he had absorbed too much nervousness and timidity, and it was stretched up a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to ask her, he wanted to say softly, do you remember me?

As a result, the girl in front of her, who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, turned her head, and there was still unexploded anger in her eyes, and she looked at him coldly with completely unfamiliar eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Do I know you?"

Her sweet voice was like a handful of salt sprinkled on his unhealed wound.

The bright light in Xiao Bian Ji Chen's eyes quieted down like this.

After the little girl finished speaking, she continued to turn her face, her chin raised above the top, her face full of disgust for the poor, and continued to viciously send her eldest lady's temper to a person who looked like a housekeeper beside her.

"I said I'd buy Prada's bag, where did you tell me, old thing! You're telling me to go back to school and make my classmates think of me?! ”

"You wait, I'll let my dad fire you when I go back! Don't think about your precious granddaughter going to a prestigious university, you old thing! ”

Her angelic cute face showed the ugliest and cruelest smile.

The nervous and shy balloon in his heart suddenly popped, and it was brutally punctured.

It was the fourth time in his childhood that he was abandoned.

The first time was before he was born, when his biological father abandoned him abroad. His full moon, his centennial, his first birthday, he didn't take the time to see him.

The second time was when he was five years old, and his biological mother ignored his cries, chased him for several streets in the car she was in and abandoned him by falling to the ground crying. He spent one of his loneliest birthdays crying on a rainy night in London.

The third time was when he was ten years old, and the foreign woman who had taken care of him for five years went to Heaven and abandoned him.

The fourth time, as if fated, his favorite elven godmother was abandoned by her like the most inconspicuous doll in the corner in the London winter when he was ten years old, and she threw it in the rubbish can on the side of the road.

(End of chapter)